Marianne Daniels

Biography

Hello!
I have been writing for as long as I can remember, and probably before that too...sometimes things just spring from one word and how it trips over the tongue...other times urban archeology can catch my short sighted eyes (too much reading in the dark!!!) or a stroll around a cemetery...

Samples

A Chair in a Blue room
He waits for the window to complete him in the room;
mark his presence in a shadow set in blue,
the outline, an example of his anatomy, the start of his stare -
a vivid block of him.
He holds himself patiently, arms straight on his lap,
and looks forward to where he insists
the day at his side will animate
his spine threaded, a Celeste to Cobalt Blue.
The corners of the blue disappear,
up and down, a growing perfect iris,
coolly washing the window, blotting
and cooing.
It makes no difference, the position –
the blue room is the bluest of,
and his dark lines are consumed in the silence
of its perfect growing space.

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Marianne, I'm pretty sure I've shared this before, but - I used to haunt cemeteries everywhere, loitered in graveyards. Somehow, they are a visible bridge to the former lives of others, not gloomy at all. Like - they hold the greatest secrets we yearn to know, laughing rather kindly as we pound our breasts! I've had an extraordinary experience I might share sometime, when I'm brave enough.

Marianne, of course I would love to meet you! My home WOL site is Sale Waterside in Greater Manchester. I have no car, so tram and bus are my only transport. There are many venues I'd enjoy visiting, but I am limited to the immediate area. I went regularly to the Green Room in Manchester, and sometimes to the Sandbar. There was an experimental venue, but too isolated to be safe for a lone woman after dark. I do also balance courtesy to my husband.

Wow - thank you, that means more to me than you will know. I decided to kind of 'force open' the creative doors recently, rather than waiting and letting it come as it pleases, cos I've got some spare time on my hands and I can't think of a better way to use it!

Anyway, been trying all manner of things (as is apparent!) and bouncing between feeling it's good, and total self-doubt, or rather, Satan, as my bloke Bob would have it hehe ;)

It's really good to hear your thoughts on it all, and also to hear that it's inspiring you. Wow - that's a HUGE compliment, coming from you.

Thankyou! 'Ship Containers' is one of my favourites too, I think (as much as as you can like your own work...). It is a very honest poem, I think, and for me its all about spaces and movement - about navigation, and its probably the only poem I've ever written than managed to pull off a good sense of movement and perspective...

I'm pretty loaded up on essay/portfolio work at the moment, but will have a good look through your poems when I have some spare time!